Everything hurt.
Sonic tried to push himself off the cold metal floor, only to flop back down. He groaned, feeling his hunger, his exhaustion, eat at him.
Oggie?
He groaned again, ignoring the voice. Fleetway had been loud lately, whatever Eggman was using to power this place must be good for him.
Sonic just rolled over.
Something was wrong with Oggie.
Fleetway didn't like this game. He didn't like this mean old man and his weird dog.
He had played along at first, laughing at all the blood. Oggie didn't scream, he never did, not since they were six.
Fleetway didn't like thinking about when they were six.
That was when their game started and now all he wanted was for it to end. He always forgot that they were playing and he was a good boy, a nice boy and Oggie was his best friend in real life.
Oggie didn't act like it was a game or that he liked it.
But then why were they still playing?
Get up.
Oggie didn't move.
You're fine, wimp, get up.
Oggie didn't even make a sound.
What...what if Oggie wasn't playing around? What if he really was hurt? What if he...No, Fleetway, don't think that way, he's gonna be okay, he always is.
O... Oggie?
Right?
C-c'mon, get up! This...this isn't funny, Oggie!
Right!?
Oggie, please! I..I don't wanna be alone! Please get up!
Oggie looked over with tired, dull eyes and scoffed, rolling back over.
5 months.
5 months full of days like today where everything was scary and uncertain.
Fleetway felt anger bubbling up, and he started playing the game again.
Where are your so called friends, huh? Where are they now that you need them?
It was better this way. Better that they didn't know if he was alive or not, where he was. If they knew, they could get hurt.
Fleetway hissed, frustrated that his answer was probably right.
You can't just say that! You-
Fleetway turned at the sound of footsteps, ears falling flat on his head.
He frantically turned back to his blue counterpart.
Oggie, you gotta get up, he's coming and he sounds mad! He begged. When that didn't work, he tried threatening.
Get up now or...or... I'll…. I'll... I'll bite you! Yeah! So get up!
Oggie didn't budge.
Please, he seriously is coming!
They heard the doors slid open and Fleetway almost didn't notice Oggie pulling himself to his feet, he still looked tired and exhausted but that annoying spark of defiance flared up in his eyes again.
"Took you long enough, Egghead." Oggie-Sonic- snarked, his voice hoarse and low. "Thought you forgot about me for a minute."
Fleetway slunk to the back, watching anxiously as he had a million times.
As Oggie limped, he called out, despite knowing he would ignored like a million times before.
Stay strong!
And then….
Fleetway waited.
Oggie was thrown back in and the only assurance Fleetway had to his survival was his labored breathing. His blue, dirty quills dripped water on to the cold metal floor.
Water today? He asked quietly, hovering over the blue form of Oggie.
He knew he wouldn't get an answer.
He hauled Sonic carefully against a wall and sat him up. Fleetway floated across from him and silently watched him.
Do you think Mommy and Daddy are okay?Do you think they miss us?…….I miss them.I miss Uncle Chuck too.
Fleetway tentatively reached a hand out and placed on his head. Did Oggie feel it? Was he scared Fleetway would hurt him? Did he remember this was all a game?
Did he?
But you know who I miss the most?
Please don't go.
You.
Fleetway curled up by Sonic's side and prayed that the games would be over and they could go home.